Yesterday, it was fall. This morning, it’s winter. The brown leaves and dark trees are wet. I wonder if we had a first snowfall during the night but the temperature was so warm, it melted quickly into rain?
I remember walking home from the school bus when I was a child. The bus let my brother and me out at the start of our long driveway. We slogged through the snow, feet making squeaking sounds, hurrying to get to our house. I remember the relief at feeling the warmth of the living room, taking off coat and cap and hovering around the wood-burning stove.
Anyway, those are some of the memories. It’s nice to think about them. I didn’t feel deprived or put-upon. It was just life. I wouldn’t want to return to those days, except for the people. Mom, Dad, my brothers and sister–I miss them as part of the old days.
We put up with a lot in the old days. No dishwashers, color TVs, remote controls, Internet, cell phones. We never imagined any of that in our future.
No, we didn’t imagine it and because of that, we accepted what we had to do. Now, it would seem a hardship because we’ve gotten used to an easier way of life but then, it was just the normal day to day living.